I Could Suffice for Him, I Knew, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Could Suffice for Him, I Knew

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I could suffice for Him, I knew—

He—could suffice for Me—

Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both

Surveyed Infinity—

“Would I be Whole” He sudden broached—

My syllable rebelled—

’Twas face to face with Nature—forced—

’Twas face to face with God—

Withdrew the Sun—to Other Wests—

Withdrew the furthest Star

Before Decision—stooped to speech—

And then—be audibler

The Answer of the Sea unto

The Motion of the Moon—

Herself adjust Her Tides—unto—

Could I—do else—with Mine?

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I Could Suffice for Him, I Knew

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